I can’t say this enough and I won’t even stop.
At an indefinite time in your life, you’ll come across a person, an entity, who is either like you or not. This new experience will teach you new things, it will open new doors and you’ll grasp acceptance and recognition of things you never thought were actual in reality. They just seemed like distant possibilities to you or maybe you weren’t open to new ideas and life-altering reversals. So, what changed? That person. That entity changed the way you thought you thought about certain things or basically life in general. This person can be anyone: your family member, a close friend, a lover, or just a random stranger you happen to converse with one fine day.
Now, you’ve been unlocked. Your feelings, perceptions, and life stories have become a real thing between what’s left between you and that person.
What are you going to talk about tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?
The next step is going to be an attachment. It’s going to be boldness stuck together with freedom of expression. That’s easy, right? In the end, you just have to want to speak to someone and exchange sentences about the different masks this world gives birth to at one corner and wears on another. It’s your way of life up against that person’s, although not in a competitive, but comparative manner. No matter how we stand up for ourselves and no matter how many like-minded and poles-apart kind of people we encounter, we are all scrutinizing morons. We’re deep in thoughts and meaning, that we forge reflections and precedents of how we are when we meet someone new. We compare. We become experts of humanity. We judge. And finally, we have “vibes”.
You know what.
Screw those vibes. Those vibes are shitty and you know it.
Enough is enough. As deep in thought as we think we are, we’re a bunch of stupid-headed, easily-manipulated humans who just don’t get it. Emotions have always been a kind gift during good times and an ignorant burden during troubling times. Still, we fail to understand it. Do you get what I’m talking about now? I think you do. But I’m not sure that you do. Let me just say it.
Stop comparing humans with humans, life experiences with life experiences, and more importantly, stop comparing two exact same entities in a magnified state. It didn’t do you good yesterday. It won’t tomorrow. It won’t help you grow.
Now, you’d expect me to say something like ‘what isn’t helping you, is destroying you’. But I won’t say that because why does everything that we do have to either be good or bad for us to understand its purpose in our life? Comparing doesn’t serve any useful purpose. Enough is a limit that comparison doesn’t understand and once you begin to concern yourself with how your chapter turned out in relation to somebody else’s, and this is somebody you know, not somebody you follow on social media, you’ll soon forget the meaning of “self” and focus on how to make others happy and satisfied.
Once there was a small girl, she thought she wasn’t pretty and didn’t acquire much educational support because she came from a poor and bedridden family. Now, this wasn’t going to stop her from meeting classmates that lived a life very different than hers, and she never, for a second, compared the way she lived with those around her.
You know why?
Because she wasn’t taught to. She wasn’t manipulated by shiny objects and big degrees because she wasn’t taught to. The only thing her parents did right by not teaching her anything was that they never taught her to hate herself. And neither did they teach her the right things because as soon as she grew into the art of making new friends and bonding, she soon began to compare her day with that of her not-so-poor, but not completely rich friends. What that one close friend of hers did on Tuesday morning was closely compared to how she spent hers. The little things like going to the park, watching a movie, eating candy, and acquiring new notebooks for study was held in intimate inspection by this small girl, and through no fault of her own, time passed relentlessly. Without her even realizing it, this mere trait in her left a mark so deep and so ever-lasting that she missed out on so many opportunities and experiences that otherwise might have helped her reach her goals in a more productive way. But she didn’t quite mind the struggle. It wasn’t going to destroy her. She knew it controlled her actions, but she understood that that’s the one thing in her life that’s not changing regardless, so when something doesn’t do harm, why bother changing it, right?
After many such years, this small girl became a woman in her thirties. She had sufficient money to live her kind of life. She lived happily. And worked and made her stand with all her heart, but something felt amiss. Not for her, but for the way she saw things around her. It felt like the curtains were half open, but the point was to breathe and so she did with what she built for herself, but that’s not the purpose of humanity. We aren’t supposed to breathe from inside a box just because it’s sufficient, we’re supposed to break free and strive for depth, when we can. But we choose not to. Yes, there’s a difference.
A huge difference. I’ll talk about that later, someday.
The moral of this short story was that there will be many things that you do and feel that might not affect you now or ever, but they hold no meaning. Get rid of those things. They don’t matter because they hold no value. They’re empty. They’re nothing. Why should you possess such a boring manner when you’re already achieving greater things in life? If you think you’re fearless to conquer that what sets your soul on fire, then why should you waste your time even remotely contemplating on something that’s got nothing on you?
Comparing is a power. For some, it’s dominant. For some, it’s submissive. I don’t believe in labeling and neither do I in the classification of everything, so if and when, for me, comparing is neither of two- still I’ll work my strength off to fight away its existence.
Enough is enough. And honestly, you’ve already had and won’t stop having enough in life. Why should you complicate when you can just let the daylight in?